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Post by Ruby on Nov 14, 2019 18:54:51 GMT -8
A bare-chested humanoid with a boar mask on his head. A pinkette with horns jutting out of her head. An anthromorphic panda. In a glance, one may mistake them as performing troupe of sorts. Some of the passerby even paused to look at them, wondering if they recognized any of the individuals that gathered. And the blonde, smartly dressed looking lady who walked ahead of them must be their agent or manager. But they could not be further from the truth. The blonde lady who introduced herself as Daisy to the group was in fact their client, seeking to recover a circlet contain within the underground vault. Other than her name however, she spoke quite little as her attention seems to be focused on leading the group to the location. Their journey brought them to an abandoned part of Oolong city. Worn out buildings littered around them and the roads that led to these buildings were cracked and filled with . Every now and then they would spot a vehicle stripped of all the important parts safe for their body, their paint fading off from exposure towards the sun. The whole time, Ruby's eyes scanned through the scenery as she wondered what it looks like from the inside. There were signs of destruction all over this part of the city, as if war or battle had transpired in this place. The damage did not look recent however and there were no reports of heavy fighting or anything within the news, which indicated that whatever happened here must have happened quite a long time ago. There were no visible signs of life safe for the occassional wild animals either feeding on the carcass laying on the ground or sitting on their perch, eying the visitors with curiosity. "So what can you tell us about this circlet Daisy?" the pinkette finally asked. The blonde client who had been walking ahead of them the whole time slows down her pace a bit as if to match theirs. "The circlet is made up of solid gold with the precious stone ruby at it's center. I said it belongs to the demon lord but it actually belongs to his wife."King Fang WC: 364 words. TWC: 364 words.
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Post by King on Nov 15, 2019 19:31:16 GMT -8
But he really was a short-little runt. There was no getting around that. So, most certainly, as the others started walking off, the owner of the recently-tossed car approached King. This time, the small being did not only turn his eye towards the approaching man, but turned to wholly face him. Even that small action was cause for the faintest of pauses – but that man persisted and continued carving a purposeful path towards him. When his paces slackened and he came to a halt, he puffed up his chest and straightened his posture like an animal attempting to intimidate by taking upon a larger appearance. “You all are responsible for my car,” he began in an impressively stern voice. He stopped, ceasing what he planned to say for King was approaching him. He took a step back, but only one as he was curious what he was doing. “I just... don't have time for this...” he said with a wearisome sigh overlaying the whole utterance. He was holding onto the man's shin and after spinning around and taking the man with him by the leg, he just tossed him into his car. Afterwards, King decided to jog away from the scene and catch up with the other three. Nobody followed them. The commotion quickly grew more subdued as distance was placed between them and the parking lot they all met in. “So, I gotta say – no really, thanks for hiring me, whoever!” King interrupted. He, of course, spoke as if absolutely nothing had just occurred. He totally did not just Bowser-toss somebody into their own car because he felt himself short on time. They were speaking about what they were to find; a circlet, but it appeared King was too moved by being chosen for the task to not make a comment about it. However, he was not entirely clear on who hired him. At the same time, he hardly cared. To the beastman, it was far from important. Somebody did. It was about time he started seeing money of his own. “This is great – no, serious. It's so great!” He was essentially speaking to himself. He was making a gesture as if his hands were pushing the air back; a back and forth motion that vividly displayed his obvious excitement over the whole ordeal.
WC: 390
TWC: 390
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Post by Fang on Nov 17, 2019 0:21:51 GMT -8
Prying the mask enough to expose his face, he allowed the remainder of the deceased boar cranium to hang off the back of his head. Somehow, he managed to angle it in such a way that it refrained from falling to the ground. When it came to wearing the adornment, he had no reservations towards taking it off. He just enjoyed wearing it for one reason or another. Given his tendency to always be seen in it, it implicated an ill-fate for those who tampered with the headwear, however. By lifting the piece, he exposed what appeared to be a remarkably feminine visage. Untouched by blemishes, he maintained a definite air of androgyny despite the rest of his muscular physiology. It leaned closer to the opposite gender than his established one, almost indistinguishable from that of a female’s. Shoulder-length, black hair bordered his face, tinged at the ends by a contrasting blue. It was always like that, even when he was born. Lacking evidence of being dyed, most people found it uncanny when feasting their eyes upon the anomaly. While he followed the client and Ruby, he tended to one of the “goods” he pilfered from the vehicle’s inventory. Sitting among money and other valuables had been the latest acquisition from Dairy King; a flaming hot hamburger and a couple hot dogs. Grabbing the former, he started ferrying it into his mouth while he continued his pursuit. Gnawing on it, he lacked refinement but boasted speed in volume courtesy of his Saiyan appetite. Even with the Earthling blood mixed in, that quality never diminished. Sometime around when he heard a car alarm blare once more, King rejoined the group. Turning around, he managed to get a small glimpse of wreckage in the distance. A grin spread across his lips, speckled with condiments belonging to the chow he was wolfing down with reckless abandon. Though his upbringing lacked a significant amount of professional education, he was smart enough to piece together what happened. Their group sported talented fighters, and the vehicle’s owner learned the hard way that size mattered little in the world they resided. It’s not the size of the dog… ”Hah! A ruby!” Instead of remaining objective and asking further details regarding the identity of the mysterious wife and her demonic spouse, he paid close attention to the words spoken. The client, Daisy, revealed that the gold circlet possessed an aptly named stone. While he made note of it, he directed his attention towards Ruby. Fixing his eyes on her, he drilled his gaze through her soul as though expecting and demanding she react to the coincidence he emphasized. No matter if she replied or not, he would make sure everybody around them knew about it. ”That’s your name!”Following that statement, a pause ensued devoid of his talking. He turned his attention towards the panda man, and repeated the gesture while boring his eyes through him. The connection there was far more obscure, but in case the group failed to get it, Fang would provide the gritty details about his discovery. ”And circlets are worn by KINGs, fucking A, man!”When it came to practicality, there was the question of what the blonde woman was getting at. Just arriving and not being spared too much in terms of the fine details of the operation, the back of his mind housed thoughts regarding what it all meant. Retrieving the circlet, take everything else; but there was the question if it possessed a magical quality, and what the demonic duo were capable of. Should the wife herself be a demon also, that is. Other details he failed to ask about included security levels, if there were goons they needed to dispose of, and other things he reckoned he could just figure out as time went on. Usually he had a group of people under him who could advise him about these things, but nowadays he was lacking in that kind of manpower. Therefore, he relied on his companions to serve that role and pose the woman with helpful inquiries that could make their trip more lucrative, and easier to pull off with finesse. Much like his frame implied, Fang intended to serve as the muscle. WC: 706 TWC: 706 Tag: Ruby King
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Post by Ruby on Nov 19, 2019 14:21:59 GMT -8
Before the pinkette or the blonde could say anything more on the subject, the beastman interrupted them by expressing gratitude for hiring him. The former tilted her head slightly, an amused look on her face. It didn't escape her attention that King had thrown someone towards the car, likely the owner who slammed onto his own vehicle. As for the blonde, she cast an annoyed look. Not for the interruption, but rather how the beastman failed to remember the name of his client. "It's not whoever, the name is Daisy." she replied, a bit tersely than intended. Perhaps recognizing that as soon as she spoke, she added "You're welcome" after rearranging her expression into a smile. Though whether it was because she didn't want to get on King's bad side or that the latter was a very cute little beastman, none could tell safe for the blonde herself. It could very well be the latter, it was not everyday one get to see an anthromorphic panda in Oolong city. The size was quite endearing as well, in a more personal setting King would likely find himself to be the target of patting. The smell of food wafted through the air, the source being the pig mask individual himself. Hamburger and hotdogs, which made the pinkette subconsciously rub her stomach in return. With her financial saving dwindling, she had cut down her spending on her own breakfast to an earthling portion. Thanks to her Saiyan metabolism, it felt nothing more than a snack at most and her stomach growl a bit in discontent. Before she could request him to share some, she noticed something that she completely missed earlier. Fang had revealed his face to the world. And what a handsome face it was. Messy black hair with blue highlight, the pinkette drank the vision that greeted her eyes greedily. It was quite the stark contrast to the mask he had chosen to wear, never would she have expected the visage to be closer to her own gender than the opposite. Combined that with a muscular frame she find herself licking her lips, though it could be easily mistaken for whatever remaining food he had on his hands. A tinge of surprise flashed on her face as he suddenly called her name, wondering if she had been spotted staring hungrily at the owner of the fast food only to hear that the reason was the similarity of the stone with her name. "Yep, that's my name. You got any more of those?" Ruby asked. The blonde tilted her head slightly towards Fang. "That is correct. I imagined she had intended to convert it into a diadem or a similar headgear of sort befitting her stature." her pace slowed down a bit as they were greeted by the sight of an old abandoned castle. Like other part of the town they lived in, there were also signs of damage, mostly on the walls that surrounded that had surrounded the building but partially the building itself. The blonde smirk at the sight. "Good, looks like the castle survived the civil war mostly intact." Fang KingWC: 520 TWC: 884
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Post by King on Nov 19, 2019 17:42:53 GMT -8
“Aw, yeah! That's what it was!” King replied to Daisy with a genuine burst of exuberance; so much so that King accompanied it with a snap of his fingers. The gesture of physically-expressed realization was a sweeping one, sending the responsible hand from the right side of his smiling visage to its left in one fluent arcing motion. That response he gave was entirely unapologetic and seemingly, King was oblivious to the pungent vexation her tone was plump with; so, the following expression of gratitude was ultimately unneeded – but appreciated all the same. A snort. King could hardly help but let one slip out at Fang's joke. There was something fun about him. To King, Fang seemed like the one who bolstered the waning spirits of others. That was until he pulled out food, which King found to smell great; but there was only enough for him. So, that was actually dispiriting. He pouted in response, but decided to not say anything. He would just have to buy his weight in food after a successful completion of the job that he was on. There was something to take his mind off of food, albeit not the most exciting of topics for the beastman. They were reaching their destination. There was something to do with a civil war. King was hardly interested. “Great. There it is, right?” He spoke up as he looked towards the sought-after destination. He walked forward without any hesitation. “You know where it is?”
WC: 249
TWC: 639
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Post by Fang on Nov 19, 2019 23:19:17 GMT -8
While chowing down on one of his favourite fast food joint’s hot dogs, he felt eyes on him. Attention shifting towards the more voracious culprit, he paused in the middle of his gnawing. Fang delayed his second bite into the sandwich derivative while he tried to ascertain why the pink-haired woman drilled her gaze through him as though her eyes perceived naught but a succulent slab of meat. Then it struck him. She was looking at a succulent piece of meat. Eyes wandering towards the implement in his hand, he nodded in understanding. Food speckled grin broadening, he attained unprecedented enlightenment through his brilliant observation. Ruby wanted part of his pilfered food, and her words verified her cause. Seeking more of the flavour home cooking never managed to capture, she posed him with an implicative question. Usually, he would have refused any request pertaining to giving his food to other people. Right now, he was feeling generous, and perhaps that swayed him in a more benign direction. At least, maybe certain like-minded individuals would see it that way. ”Yo, Ruby?”Attempting to bait her into a response, he attempted to push the remaining three-fourths of ketchup and mustard glazed food he wielded into her mouth at the soonest opening. His idea lacked reasoning beyond finding it hilarious to manually ferry it in, and should he find purchase with his efforts, he would erupt into explosive laughter elaborative of his lack of heavy investment into the objective surrounding their current endeavour. Not one for elaborate, preemptive planning—just like he just demonstrated—Fang was one to act on a whim, live by instinct, and make decisions based on how he felt at the time rather than wasting thought on anything other than what he would spend the money on. King found his jokes funny, and because of that, he decided that he should let him in on the exchange of stolen food. Reaching into his Dairy King bag and rummaging around, he retrieved the second hot dog within the paper confines. Grabbing it and prying it free, he handed it in the direction of the panda man. ”On the house! That’s just how freakin’ awesome I am!” Should he accept, he would go for the remaining burger himself. If King chose not to accept it, Fang would begin ferrying the condiment-laden, somewhat filling food into his own mouth instead. In all likelihood, he probably ended up with the flaming hot hamburger, but seemed less affected whiling readily wolfing it down. Having stomached much harsher spices than that, the Scoville units would have to number well over six digits to impose on his grand tenacity. Somewhere around the time he started sucking back triple bypasses, he heard chatter from his peripheral concerning the reason the group walked in the direction of an abandoned castle. ”Hold on one sec,” Fang started, decelerating alongside the group while the castle encroached their vision. If one were to embark on a horror binge, Fang assumed that would be the model used in the shoots to capture the haunted, eccentric atmosphere. Not that he was concerned, but it snapped him free of his negligence towards the overall task. Interest shifting towards what could be inside formed in his head, from loot to what might be obstructing the gang from finding what they sought. Before any of that, he decided to pose everybody with an important question. ”Briefing! What are we here for again? I need answers!” Fang concluded, chewing on his spicy food and demanding information he should have memorized had he been more interested in it. The fact of the matter was, he was interested in it now, and he wagered it would be best to hear it straight from the client herself than by word of mouth. Currently, he was aware it pertained to obtaining an object that had a ruby in it, and the group could take anything else. The reason why, who wanted what, and essentially all information regarding the primary objective aside from the absolute minimum, he refrained from paying attention to earlier. It would be good to know in case there were different things he needed to be aware of. Fang deserved to know what he was getting himself into. WC: 706 TWC: 1412 Tag: Ruby King
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Post by Ruby on Nov 20, 2019 23:49:20 GMT -8
Upon being addressed by the boar masked individual, the pinkette would glance towards his direction. She barely spoke the word "yeah?" when the rest of the hotdog was stuffed directly into her open mouth. Any remaining words she had to say was completely muffled by the succulent piece of meat coated with ketchup and mustard. It was quite fortunate that Fang had bitten part of it instead of cramming the full length, she would have find herself as a victim of choking instead. With cheeks completely filled like a chipmunk, she would chew the food before swallowing them. Somewhere during the process she managed to express her gratitude through full mouth but she doubted Fang heard her as he had exploded with laughter. Shaking her head at his antic, it took her a few second to realize she had also been the receiving end of an indirect kiss. Or at least she think she was...their lips touched the same food which means they shared an indirect kiss right? No answer come to mind but her heart raced slightly at the thought. Neither of her companions seems to notice her embarrassed expression as their eyes focused completely on the abandoned castle before them. The building would probably be beautiful and welcoming back then but now it was abandoned, old and in a state of disrepair. Looking at it, Ruby would not be surprised if the place had been looted clean already. Perhaps her experience with treasure hunting was rather limited but personally, the building gave her the vibe of a haunted building rather than a mysterious ruin with possible treasures hidden within them. She shot a glance towards their benefactor who was smiled as soon as they see the building. Fang's request for them to halt were heeded immediately by the pair, their feets slowing down to a stop. One of them wore an expression of bemusement, the other, an exasperation. Daisy inhaled slightly as she placed her hand on her waist, eyes making sure she was looking directly at Fang. Of course, in doing so it soothed her vexation a bit as she get to see his face directly which looked rather pleasing to the eyes...as opposed to the deceased cranium of a boar. Well, she supposed she did owe them some sort of explanation before going in. "Yes, I do know where it is...but I won't be repeating this so pay attention. Some decades ago, this castle used to belong to a very rich and powerful demon lord named Lord Bal. As soon as he gets elected, he began by taxing his subjects rather heavily and he was heavy handed when it comes to collecting them. This made him rather unpopular with his subjects which leads to rebellion. The demon lord lost the civil war and his place was completely stripped bare of anything valuable. Rumors was it that the demon lord had an underground vault containing all his stash...but the only thing I needed within it was a circlet with ruby stone."Daisy paused for a bit as she whipped her hair back slightly, eyes checking all three of them before she continued her briefing. "Now, the demon lord was already deceased some time ago, so there likely won't be any guard patrol within this place. But that doesn't mean it will be a walk in the park. There may be forgotten traps in place to keep intruders away so keep your eyes peeled. Also since the vault is underground, we'd be looking for a way to get to the lower level. So look for a trap door, a hidden passage, elevators, whatever."The whole time Ruby had been silent during the briefing, it was only now that she had chosen to interject. "You said you received intel about the existence of this vault. Is it possible for you to share with us so we know we're not wasting our time on a wild goose chase?"she asked. In response, Daisy pulled a parchment of paper from her papers that looked like the architecture plan and displayed it for them all to see. Regardless of their ability to read such the map, there were words written in the corner that mentioned it was indeed the plan of Bal's vault. However, the map neglect to include any details on how to get towards the vault itself. "I've checked with some of my acquaintances in the field, this map is indeed legitimate. Any other questions?"King Fang WC: 749 TWC: 1633
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Post by King on Nov 21, 2019 18:14:03 GMT -8
King watched as the hotdog was shoved into the woman's mouth. He watched with surprise storming his face. It had not yet clicked how funny that was and then it did. So, with a burst of laughter exploding from his mouth like a backed-up, convulsing fondue fountain, King walked along as he pointed directly at the one the humour was at the expense of. What was this? He was being offered something. There was no expected monetary exchange either. King was baffled as he stared at the frankfurter, the still-steaming wienerwurst. The wiener's surface sported beads of condensation – the meat wet, supple between the soft, cushioning bun. A subtle squeeze would be a great tease to King who had yet to claim it as his own. As he did, he used both hands to hold it. He lifted it overhead and knelt to one knee as if he'd just received the mightiest sword from the highest authority. “Thank you!” King announced and he did so in contrast to his very name. His head was bowed and his eye closed, shut tight with a genuine urge to display the utmost degree of respect. “For this meal!” Why did King react in such a way? It was obvious. What greater gift was there than food? Gold could be exchanged for food; but what if food became scarce? Suddenly, the gold is worthless; but the food? A gift worth more than its weight in gold. King was very aware of this and also, there was no reason for this individual to give him anything. There was no benefit to be had outside of letting everybody know through action just how awesome he was, as he put it. “Huh?” At this point, King was moving along with the group. He already greedily consumed the hotdog. So, he came to a halt with his hands free and his face bewildered. Why they stopped – King received the answer soon after. Fang wished to know what they were after. “Oh,” was all King really had to say in response. Anticipating a lengthy explanation, King brought his rump against the ground below and sat. His legs were as crossed as he could get them as he awaited Daisy's answer. A story about a greedy and powerful demon lord. It was difficult for King to be dismissive about the subject this time. Instead of an overly cheery remark, he bore his teeth instead. He was less concerned about the details of the plan and more with the long-since deceased owner of the castle they were to pillage. He had no questions. Instead, he looked as if he was thinking of another matter entirely. So, when he clicked his teeth in annoyance, it seemed more like it was in response to his own inner musings and less about anybody physically present. "Well, you know what they say - the only good demon is a dead demon!" King stated such with a pollyannaish tone. His facial features brightened as he spoke and then waned in intensity as he pushed the issue away. “Nah. No questions...” he said as he leaned forward. Pressing a flux of hand and paw to the ground, he pushed himself until he was able to stand erect. Perhaps they were curious as to whether or not he was listening. Indeed, he was. “Let's steal this thing.” King said this as he started to move away from the trio. After all, they were to search about the premises.
WC: 583
TWC: 1222
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Post by Fang on Nov 22, 2019 19:42:46 GMT -8
Though he refrained from paying attention the first time, Fang invested his attention the second time she explained what occurred, and their overall goals. While taking large bites out of the sizeable sandwich, Fang listened to the story about the deceased demon lord and his different exploits. Like King, he expressed discontent at the mention of a demon. Brow furrowing, the nonchalant, goofy disposition vanished for a moment. Seething resent pooling within his eyes, his gaze lanced into the distance beyond the current party. While unrelated to the incident months ago, Fang found himself harbouring an equal amount of resent for the demon lord as he did the other fiend that plagued his group. Though his people were a band of unruly people at odds with the law, he recognized them as his comrades for everything he and his men had been through. Many of them perished on that day at the hands of the beast, and since then, he viewed the bulk of those creatures as cut from the same cloth. Given the reputation of this exploitative creature, it seemed to hold true. Unfortunately, he got his dues before the trio could strip him of his life. Tying in with their reason of being there, the monster bestowed his castle with a hidden vault. The knowledge did little in terms of assuaging his mood, but he took it as a positive. It made sense, and it must have been the reason why Ruby asserted that though this individual sought one specific item, the rest of the gargantuan hoard was theirs for the taking. Alas, Fang was not attracted to the thrill of gaining things, as he used very little implements and did not require large sums of money; it was the excitement of the hunt that appealed to him. Of course, the beast would not have his abode pilfered with ease; even after his demise. Traps blighted the grounds the group dared tread upon, and Fang assumed these implements were as vicious and ungodly as the fiend who set them. His mind wondered about the variety of archaic utensils within the castle, all meant to destroy and cause as much pain as possible to those who ventured within. It would not be the first time he dealt with traps, but he had no doubt in his mind the functionality would remain the same. That is unless magical additions made their existence known, and the man was less well-versed in the arcane. Not only was the stash obscured, but finding their way to the lower level was not information their benefactor was privy to. Scratching the fur lining his decapitated pig head, now draped over his shoulder, Fang processed the information in his head. Contrary to his looks and behaviour, the half-Saiyan was not as dumb as he looked. Rather than ruining the chances the participants had at the goal, he decided to keep his eyes peeled for any malicious contraption meant to deter them and rob them of their lives. The only robbing he wanted to take place was the graverobbing the group aspired to. The panda man exhibited feelings like Fang’s own when it came to the demons. Throughout his life, though his personal encounters were limited to one, he never heard of a “good” demon. Not that the man himself was good, but that was irrelevant. One of the hellish beings wronged his band, and now he intended to revel in taking the lives of the entities without hesitation. If any of them remained within the castle, be it out of loyalty or unspoken gain for guarding the place, then the warrior would put them in the ground—or return them to the gruesome environment they hailed. Indeed, the only good thing about the abominations was the fact killing them was possible. Besides that, he saw few other positive aspects. “You got that right,” Fang said in response, gripping the side of his neck tighter. Tilting his head to the side, a satisfying crack ensued while he released the tension in his tested muscles. Ruby posed a valuable question of her own, asking for evidence to support the existence of the enigmatic vault. Reminded of how crucial that part was, he glued his attention to the blonde. Answering in the form of providing architectural parchment to prove plans to incorporate the vault in the layout, Fang was convinced to an extent. However, there was no telling if the papers were forged; it was within the realm of possibility. Then again, he doubted there was a high chance of that. Sending them on a pointless hunt made little sense, and her words about wanting the specific implement seemed legitimate. Why she wanted the circlet and that’s all was up in the air, but he never pried too much into those matters. Like King, he had no further inquiries for the woman now that the entire situation was explained in detail. Now the man knew what to expect from the eerie castle, and he could progress and plan accordingly. “Nah, that’s all from me, too,” Fang asserted, before following King’s lead into the castle. As he did, he kept his eyes open and attentive for any anomalies. Raised or disturbed ground around the building, strange switches or implements around or on the doors, anything that he could pick up with his keen perception and experience detecting traps throughout his time spend working with clientele just like the woman supporting their endeavour. Fang ferried the remainder of his burger into his mouth, chewed, and deposited the remainder down his gullet. Now that the food ordeal was dealt with, he could focus all his senses on figuring out the puzzle that was the building before them. With little leads to go on besides the location itself and evidence supporting the existence of unparalleled riches, he needed to work with whatever he could ascertain around him. As much as he disdained the species involved with the structure, he had to give it to them—they were crafty things. WC: 1006 TWC: 2418 Tag: Ruby King
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Post by Ruby on Nov 25, 2019 23:56:50 GMT -8
"Aye and it also means work should be easier for us." Daisy replied upon hearing King's comment. Ruby mentally agreed with her as she glanced at her comrades. While they are all rather capable, they are also rather new to each other. She would rather know more about them and their fighting styles so that she would be able to cooperate better with them. When Daisy glanced at her, she would shake her head in return before getting up from the ground like the others. Satisfied that everyone paid attention to her briefing this time, Daisy gave an approving nod before putting away the map she had in first place. They all seems to be taking this request of hers very seriously, which was good because any less and she would have consider breaking ties with them. With no further inquiries for her to address and at King's beckoning, she would follow the trio as they make their towards the castle. There were no guards patrolling the castle so stealth was abandoned immediately in favor of speed. As they walked towards the entrance, heavy wooden door barred their path. There was a slight dent in the center and the door appeared to be loosely attached to their hinges. Should one cast their glance to the side they would spot broken windows filled with dust and grime, providing them with another method of entrance should they choose to neglect the doors. A rat emerged from one of cracks within the wall, glancing at their direction before quickly scurrying away. Remembering their benefactors warning about traps, Ruby slowed down her steps to inspect the door. She imagined that the civil war must have spread all the way towards Baal's castle judging by the structural damage inflicted on it. The pinkette wondered if that means the looters would have triggered most of the traps in place, it would certainly be easier for the group if they do. WC: 324 TWC: 1957 King Fang
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Post by King on Nov 26, 2019 11:41:19 GMT -8
It was nice to be agreed with. Though, the sour mood that swallowed the small being whole made it impossible for him to even notice the agreement with his rather harsh outlook. At that moment, it was taken simply as a truth that need not be spoken instead of the extreme prejudice that it was. It appeared King was in the lead; though, he did little more than skitter forward to the most obvious section of the castle; its entrance. Of course, his paces were quicker. He knew the taller ones behind him would be right on his heels otherwise. It seemed obvious to came to a halt in front of the large, wooden door. King's line of sight steadily climbed as he neared it until he was, essentially, staring directly up at the entrance towering before him. He questioned inwardly to himself, was there not mention of traps? He supposed attempting to brute-force himself straight though the main gate was something any trap-setter could anticipate. However, at the same time, had not a large amount of time passed since the fall of the castle's owner? There must have been attempts made by those privy to what lay within the ruined castle. They could not be the only ones that came across such knowledge. “Oop. Got a question,” King started. “So, if we somehow get passed this big ol' door, are we just gonna get smashed in the lap with a giant stone ball or something or do y' think maybe these traps were set off already?” He asked with a pair of hands gripping his hips as he loitered in front of the large structure. His eyes skirted over to the windows that could also serve as an entry point. “Or... maybe use a window to get in; but I bet this Ball guy or whatever wasn't so dumb to be like...” And then King put on a classic, 'I'm dumb' voice. “Nobody ain't gettin' in threw no windows, hurr...” He did a little dance, a little short-lived jig as he spoke. When he was finished, he settled into a wide-legged squat. It was an interesting stance to take to say the least after his previous display; but there he was, suddenly looking very much the part of a martial artist. And then abruptly... “FUCKITLETSJUSTBLOWOURWAYIN!!!” He hollered with each word spoken loudly and in rapid succession. His fist was pulled back and launched forward as a punch that was grossly too far away from the door to make impact – but then the twisting winds that exploded from his fist found themselves easily able to close the distance between it an the wooden door. The tornado's collision with the entrance was so abrupt and out of nowhere. There was silence and then there was the sound of a whirlwind whipping about. The surroundings felt the pull of the conjured, coalesced gales and only time could tell what fruits of his ranged attack would bare.
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Post by Fang on Nov 28, 2019 4:37:07 GMT -8
After a short period of travel, a big, heavy wooden door barricaded the group from advancing further. Attention glued to the obstruction; it became pertinent to figure out a way inside without triggering potential traps. Before Fang devised coherent thoughts about what dangers might lurk beyond their mundane blockade, King spoke up and posed the party of treasure hunters with a question. For Fang, being pulverized with a giant rock sounded terrible, but there was truth in the statement regarding the traps already being set off. Though, a swinging boulder trap might be discounted; the former Pigmen Brotherhood leader surmised its existence would show a great deal of trauma. It meant that such a trap might have been activated a time ago in a different portion of the building. Judging from their state, the windows could be broken with ease. Worn down, broken, and exposed to the torment of time, Fang wouldn’t doubt the possibility of being able to climb right in. As King cemented, windows were the obvious choice for a burglar. Security systems often went off when one chose to break them, though for the typical modern home, one could elude the dangers of pitfall traps, flurries of poisoned arrows and utensils meant to disable bears. An idea formed within Fang’s brute mind, and it corresponded with the exclamation erupting from the panda man. King launched a punch hard enough to spawn a deluge of torrential winds from his enclosed hand, crashing into the wooden door before them. As if the assault wasn’t overkill already, Fang reached above and clutched clawed fingers around empty air. An odd sound sifted through the atmosphere, almost electronic, before a sphere of crackling energy manifested between the half-Saiyan’s hands. Dyed a hateful shade of amethyst, Fang threw the explosive towards what remained of the door and or wall with reckless abandon. ”STUPID FUCKING TRAPS, DIE!!”The idea was, should King’s attacked have paved the way for the Terrible One’s violent assault, any traps that followed—be they boulders, pitfalls, arrows, would be otherwise eradicated by an explosive ball of energy. Though its destruction was not certain, whatever it contacted would be enveloped by a flash of concussive force and light, disintegrating matter not tenacious enough to absorb the blows of Fang’s attack. Though this individual was not known for explicit, energy based ranged attacks, being capable of them was a different story. A variety of different breathing techniques were learned while out in the wild, and that provided them with a proper foundation to learn how to manipulate their natural energy. While Fang lacked the control required to fly, a storied technique belonging to the Crane School, jettisoning an unstable bolt of power was within the realm of possibility. WC: 457 TWC: 2875 Tag: Ruby King
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Post by Ruby on Nov 30, 2019 20:44:31 GMT -8
Both Ruby and Daisy tore their gaze away from the door towards the beastman when King raised his concerns about traps set on the entrance. The pinkette didn't think there would be a trap from simply entering the castle from the front entrance but at the same time she couldn't deny the possibility that the long deceased Demon Lord was a paranoid individual, especially with how a rebellion had had broke out in his reign.
"Well, the door look busted...though I'm not sure if it's because of the looters or the trap setting off." Ruby replied as her eyes studied the damages done to the door. Did the rebels or looters attempt to break through the front door but abandon halfway? Or did they somehow manage to break through and that something else close the door? She highly doubted that they were considerate enough to close the door after all that pillaging.
Before any of them could say anything further, King made a little jig which cause the pair to laugh at his antics. It made them relaxed slightly as they inspect the entrance for signs of traps before the beastman declared his intention to simply brute force the door with very little warning. A huge tornado of wind followed wrecking the door loosely from their hinges. Fang immediately followed up with a ball of explosive energy with the intent to obliterate anything that might triggered from the explosive entrance.
"Do try not to bring down the whole castle okay~?" Ruby remark after letting out a slight whistle.
Smokes rose out from the floor and the pinkette was the one to peek first into the entrance to see if there were any sign of obstruction. Safe for the wooden door turned charcoal lying on the floor, there doesn't seem to be anything of the sort. She waited for a few moment longer to see if the traps were simply delayed before walking inside.
"It's clear. Guess they forgot to put the trap on the entrance or maybe someone else set it off."
Glancing around, she noticed that they were in a foyer likely where the Demon Lord received his guests. A huge stairwell greeted them which splits into two both leading them to the upper floor. What attracted her attention was a statue of a muscular demonic being with bony wings, bovine horns protuding from it's head while bearing a staff crowned with a skull in one hand. It's eyes sent a piercing gaze on their expression as if displeased with their sudden entrance. Tilting her head a bit at the statue, she glanced towards their blonde benefactor.
"Is that the statue of the Demon Lord Bal? Seems rather tacky to put it there."she asked.
"That's right. Looks like the statue all that remain in this foyer."she remarked as she look around. Not even a single furniture wasin sight, they were either carried away by the looters or rendered unusable. WC: 495 TWC: 2452 Tag:King Fang
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Post by King on Dec 1, 2019 6:13:08 GMT -8
Or, perhaps, booby-trapping the entrance would prove far more of an inconvenience than it was worth for those having to enter it on a daily basis. It was likely when the gale-forged vortex was being projected from his extended fist that he realized, 'oh, they might put traps up along the way to the treasure and not here!' Then again, it was fun creating vortexes. It could be draining after a while, but right now, it invigorated him. He always loved the feeling of the winds they engendered; a juvenile truth, but a truth nonetheless. His smile broadened as Fang joined in. It was less of an attempt to clear away traps and more of a fun time being had. All they had to do was not destroy the whole building. That was, most definitely, counterproductive. “No worries!” King called out. He made sure to focus on that giant door alone. Smoke billowed out from it after Fang's explosive addition. He stood up from his previous stance. He observed Ruby inspect the results of their safety measures. There was nothing to worry about. So, King advanced forward and took his place alongside her. A large, boring space. That's what King saw. However, there was a statue. This was, to him, also boring. “Oh, that's him, is it?” he started up as he walked up to the sculpture. His hands were at his hips and he looked up at it as if simply inspecting the quality of eggshell paint on an apartment wall. “Neat. He looks inviting. I see why they put it here.” The sarcasm was very obvious; palatable, even. “Not even gonna lie,” he started as he turned his attention to the group. “I was just about to explode that thing, but I can't go on shooting tornadoes all willy-nilly. Even if it means leaving a monument to a demon intact.” He nigh spat the final sentence. “Nothin' gonna be upstairs. So, let's look for a means of gettin' lower, eh?” King was uncertain as to whether or not they were curious about what was upstairs; but judging from what was said earlier, there was little to be found up there. So, he took a moment for himself. This moment was spent still and silent excluding the subtle sounding of a gale passing through. Something seemed to cling tightly to King's pelt. It was like air, but somewhat visible – semi-transparent and thin. He, ostensibly, wore a subtle, tight-knit coat of protective air and then simply walked about looking for a means of getting to a lower level of the castle.
WC: 432
TWC: 2149
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Post by Fang on Dec 1, 2019 22:14:20 GMT -8
If there was a word to describe Fang, it was anger. Constant unbridled fury towards anything or anyone that looked in the direction of the Pigman in a way deemed incorrect, and a constant will to put fist against face should such ire be drawn. When witnessing the attack not leave an unfortunate trap or demon in ruins, she had to content herself with the undulating waves of smog that ensued from the crackling blast and cyclonic winds rather than the key goal. Disappointment coursing through her, a desire to blow more shit up permeated the Saiyan blood permeating her honed physiology. There were no traps—and Fang should have been happy of that. With a lack of poisoned arrows or explosives encroaching their horizon in the wake of destruction, the group could proceed without difficulty. Then again, traps provided little satisfaction when destroying them; the real fun came with dismantling annoying people and breaking their pretentious faces. Being forced to survive in the wilderness for years on end, witnessing allies perish while the fat cats stuffed their faces in safety aside, the world was laden with individuals insistent on seeing how far they could project their liquids, and she wanted nothing more than to punch their heads into their torsos. Speaking of entities she wanted to send to the afterlife, there was a statue of an imposing demon overlord before her. Teeth clenched in response; she drove her fingernails into her palms until she bleached her knuckles white from the pressure. Demons, after one massacred the bulk of her brethren, did not appeal to her even when their forms were illustrated through the structure’s fine architecture. Apparently, the insidious being before them was the one named Baal, but whenever she witnessed any of Hell’s dreadful spawn, Fang saw the twisted visage of a familiar gluttonous devil. While she crackled with resent for the demonic parts of the situation, bloodlust wafting off the hybrid in enough excess to be smelled like rustic perfume, she listened to the group’s words. King shared the sentiment about obliterating any idol meant to represent the underworld’s infamous ilk, which added fuel to her current livid disposition towards the figure. Eventually, the decision to move on and proceed downstairs rather than take the stairwell leading up was proposed, but before Fang provided input towards the renewed agenda, the other three members of the expedition would find the former fast food guzzling warrior at the foot of the statue. Exuding an abundance of physical might in volume, Fang hoisted the statue into the air. Should ripping it free of any restraints be necessary, her muscles became pronounced while the foundation of the visualization creaked in protest. This continued until the half-Saiyan tore it free, or lifted it up, before positioning it over her shoulders until it dangled across the floor over her back. To gain enough space for the next step, Fang pushed off her feet to become airborne once more, before swinging the statue towards the ground; an Alabama slam. The motion would, unimpeded, shatter it into innumerable pieces, sending material gore splattering across the interior of the castle—and going as far as to defile the ground through splintering it under the exerted force. A thunderous boom tore the atmosphere asunder, hopefully alerting anything in the building. If that were the case, maybe she would be able to bloody her hands with the life of demonic scum. ”Fuck you, Azoth!” Fang hollered, kicking a piece of statue into the nearest wall. On another note, Fang acknowledged the possibility of traps, and decided to provide herself with the same variety of defense King had done for himself. Though it differed in that it lacked any wind comprising it, a sheen of deep violets and blacks encased her fair skin, providing a buffer between herself and any trivial devices meant to harm her in the future. After the violent display, a sight becoming increasingly typical for the half-Saiyan, Fang followed King’s lead towards the unseen depths of the ornamented abode. WC: 674 TWC: 3549 Tag: Ruby King
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